Novel & Cerita The Heiress's Rise From Nothing To Everything

"No. No, you’re wrong. Saxton’s is one of the biggest corporations in the country. It deals in real estate, pharmaceuticals, and even international trade. There’s no way Gina—" “Oh, but she is." I cut in smoothly, enjoying their confusion. "I wouldn’t be sitting here wasting my breath if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure." Lily shook her head vigorously. "But how, Elena? How the hell did she go from a desperate woman begging Julian for attention to a CEO of a billion-dollar empire?" I smirked. “Simple. She became an heiress." Their stunned expressions told me they needed more. I took my time, letting the weight of my words settle in before continuing.

I thought that my family had tried to find me so fervently, using every method they had, because they wanted to make up for lost time. It was only later that I knew that because Anna's identity as a fake heiress was found out by their competitor, everyone in the business shunned the Swans for abandoning their biological daughter, causing their stocks to plummet. That was why they tried to look for me, as if they'd gone mad. If not, they would've forgotten about me ages ago. Meanwhile, the others had already started slaughtering the seabirds with almost manic enthusiasm, muttering their achievements under their breath as they killed.

Jason sounded ready to lose his mind. "I thought you said Vessara would never respond." His voice rose. "Then where did all this come from?" The barrage of questions left Selena completely confused. She hurriedly opened social media. And froze. Trending #1: The Missing Heiress: The Story They Didn't Tell Trending #2: Victim or Villain? The Truth Behind Vessara Laurent Trending #3: Escaping a Toxic Family The headlines filled her screen. Selena blinked. Then blinked again.

I was Celeste Kingsley, the heiress, the investor, and the woman no one could ignore. The world had no idea what was coming.

"Did you just… hit me?" "Already lost a few brain cells from the impact?" I sneered and shook my hand to chase away the numbness. "Let this remind you who I am, dumbass. I'm the true heiress of the Blanc family. I wasn't adopted like Bella, so why the hell is she wearing my engagement dress?!" [4-Star Madness. Reward: 30,000,000 dollars.] Cha-ching. The rush was intoxicating, and so was the sudden jump in my bank balance.

"They can't be the same person. The King family's heiress is a genius with many degrees and a high GPA of 7.5. I heard that she started a company on her own without using her family's connections or any funding," Jessica continued to say. She was actually testing him.

She had survived her first day—not as a visitor, not as an outsider—but as a rightful Hartwell. As she left the headquarters with Alexander and Julian, she glanced back at the skyscraper, sunlight reflecting off its glass like a crown. The road ahead would be challenging, but she was no longer afraid. She was Elena Hartwell. She was the heiress. And the world, for better or worse, was watching her every step.

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

"And his date, who is she? She's absolutely gorgeous. It's like she stepped out of a fairy tale, a mix of queen and princess!" "Is she the next big thing, groomed by some entertainment tycoon, debuting at Victoria Garden House today? Just imagine, rubbing shoulders with the elite here could pave her way to stardom, as long as she steers clear of any bad deals." "Could be! However, what if she's the elusive Ms. Foster?" "No chance! Ms. Foster, the heiress of the Foster dynasty, wouldn't fly under the radar. Just look at her, clinging to Mr. James Foster like she's his shadow..."

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.